God level takeaway system

The juncture of this competition is that even if there are such violin masters in the audience, it is impossible to help the performance on stage.

Because these violin musicians have never cooperated with Li Ningxiang in any repertoire, and they must perform miscellaneous performances if they come on stage temporarily. Ten years of practice off stage and 3 minutes on stage also require cooperation.

Seeing everyone's indifference, Li Ningxiang's face was full of despair. If she is eliminated from this piano competition, then her future career on the piano may come to an end.

"I'll come—" Wang Mian stood up suddenly and said loudly.

His voice immediately silenced everyone.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang, did you make a mistake? You are a food delivery man, and you still play music?" Monkey laughed wildly in the back row.

In the quiet venue, it seemed so harsh, he was really like a monkey, but he was performing awkwardly, and no one thought it was funny.

But the people at the meeting didn't think that a food delivery person would sit in the first row, so no one dared to laugh. This made Monkey a little embarrassed, and whispered softly: "He is really a food delivery person."

Liu Qing stared angrily at the monkeys in the back row.

At the same time, he remembered that when Wang Mian was in KTV before, with that god-level voice, his heart immediately rose to his throat, and his eyes almost burst into anger.

But man is not as good as God, how could he have thought that Wang Mian would stay after being humiliated in public.

Wang Mian didn't care what the crowd thought, he just walked to the stage wearing the work clothes of Meituan Food Delivery, his face looked so calm.

This reminded him that in the stadium of [-] people, he felt that he was being watched by everyone, and his heart was at peace at this moment.

"Host, do you have a violin?" Wang Mian's voice was also so calm.

The breath emanating from him at this moment is not like an ordinary takeaway boy at all.

At this moment, Wang Mian hadn't performed yet, as if there was a mighty light emanating from Wang Mian's body, piercing the illusion that everyone was almost blind.

"Brother Wang, you are really wearing a yellow robe. Brother supports you, come on." The monkey shouted loudly from below, but it attracted everyone's attention and the fat man's ferocious face.

Mother Li and Father Li frowned slightly and glanced at Liu Qing.

At this time, no matter what Wang Mian's character is, he can't be sarcastic, because he represents Li Ningxiang.

The monkey's sarcasm was a powerless struggle, and the monkey was Fatty's friend, which made Li Ningxiang's parents feel a little dissatisfied.

"Idiot—" Liu Qing said, "Shut up."

The monkey didn't understand why the fat man was angry.

At this time, the staff on the stage had already brought a violin to Wang Mian, and Wang Mian played it a few times casually to try out the tone. A lot of violin knowledge went back and forth in Wang Mian's mind.

Li Ningxiang's nervousness did not go away, but the competition had already started, Li Ningxiang played the piano nervously, and the scene became quiet.

It can be said that Li Ningxiang's piano level is even better than the previous two players.

This is a famous song through the ages, Butterfly Lovers, the soft sound of the piano makes people feel sad.

Li Ningxiang played a section, and then all the audience's attention was focused on Wang Mian.

Even cardiac arrest, the piano is so good, what about the violin?

Wang Mian closed his eyes, as if he really saw the poignant love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, who were in love but could not be together, and finally turned into a scene of butterflies together forever.

Wang Mian put the violin on his neck, and the moment he picked up the violin, all the expert judges stood up at once. This action is simply a textbook action.

Any detail determines some key factors, just a movement of holding the piano makes some experts stare wide-eyed.

Wang Mian picked up the bow, put it on the violin, and pulled it slowly. At this moment, all the audience stood up.

The sound of the violin is tactful and colorful, like a fairy dancing on the stage, which is the most realistic illusion. This violin music is tactful like eighteen detours, and every syllable penetrates into everyone present in the ear.

Even those who don't understand music close their eyes, feel a sense of sadness, regretting and admiring the poignant love between Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, this eternal song is vividly expressed by Wang Mian's violin music.

Everyone may not have the poignant love like Liang Shanbo Zhu Yingtai in his life, but everyone will not experience any emotional ups and downs in his life.

The sound of the violin pulled everyone into their previous emotional ups and downs, some poignant, some sweet, some bitter.

It was like pulling Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai to the scene to tell them that their love is average.

Li Ningxiang was even more stupid. After playing a section, everyone was still in the midst of the violin music. Wang Mian glanced at Li Ningxiang.

That means, it seems to say: "Don't be dazed, it's your turn."

Only then did Li Ningxiang realize that she seemed to be infected by Wang Mian's violin music just now. Li Ningxiang's piano music also integrated into the beauty of this general trend, and she began to play the piano wholeheartedly.

At this moment, the fat man stopped talking. Although the music was beautiful, his resentful eyes destroyed this artistic conception.

Wang Mian and Li Ningxiang achieved a perfect cooperation, the song ended, and people were still immersed in the illusion just now.

But the host reacted first, and when he proposed to carry on the next game, everyone burst into applause, which lasted for a long time.

Wang Mian stepped off the stage, wanting to leave immediately, because it was meaningless to stay here.

I have to face the taunts or tricks of Fatty and the others for a while. If I have this time, I might as well go out for a walk, maybe I can get a super order.

Wang Mian was about to leave, but was grabbed by Li's mother and said: "Young man, don't leave, you have helped Ningxiang a lot."

Wang Mian was a little embarrassed, so she stayed. Not long after, Li Ningxiang walked down from the stage, came to sit next to Wang Mian and sat down quietly.

It's just that Wang Mian can feel that Li Ningxiang has been watching him secretly.

This made him very unnatural.

Two hours later, Li Ningxiang won the championship, but to Wang Mian's surprise, although it was a piano competition, Wang Mian was awarded a special honor award.

This is very rare in history.

After the performance, Li Ningxiang's parents invited Wang Mian to visit his house, but Wang Mian refused.

Both Fatty and Young Master Bai had unnatural expressions on their faces. At this moment, "I said - okay, Brother Wang, you have a yellow robe and you can play the violin quite well."

There is irony in these words, but it is obviously not suitable for the present. Wang Mian's performance just now has been completely conquered. Li Ningxiang's parents, Li Ningxiang's parents, absolutely do not believe that a person who has played the violin to such a level is a Scumbag.

This kind of violin level is definitely a world-class level. I don't know how much sweat and hard work has been put in behind it, but Li Jing is just mediocre. Will Wang Mian go after such a pursuit?

As long as Wang Mian appeared in public, he would be able to have endless wealth with just this one hand, and he would use dirty means to rob other people's wives.

That Li Jing's complexion was extremely ugly, and her heart was infinitely complicated. The man with gold-rimmed glasses was even more stunned. He didn't want to stay here, or just leave, because he didn't get permission from the fat man.

"Uncle, aunt, thank you for your sincere invitation, but I am very busy delivering food every day." Wang Mian said.

Uh... the food delivery is very busy.

Both Li's mother and Li's father couldn't understand that such a violin master actually said that he was busy delivering food. What kind of rhythm is this? Could it be that the jokes on the Internet about the little brother who drives a Porsche, Ferrari, and delivers food are all true?

There are really people who are so boring, have endless wealth, and go to deliver food in the wind and rain...